There are three types of golf holes, which are short, medium and long.

A short hole is a standard one shot on the green followed by two putts. That is, the par for the short hole is a three.

The middle hole has one more par than the short hole, which is a four, and the long hole has one more par, which is a five.

If it's just par, it's a par with a three-shot short hole, a four-shot mid-hole, and a five-shot long hole, just flat par.

And if you finish the hole-in-one with one shot less than par, it's called a birdie and you hit a birdie.

If you go into the hole with two strokes less than par, it is called an eagle and an eagle is hit.

If you are three shots less than par and go into the hole, it is called a doubleeagle and a double eagle is played.

Eighteen holes, par 77.

Kang Shulong played well, hitting a few birdies on the way, but he played a little poorly on the back holes, and finally shot a 94.

"Whew, the results are out. ”

Han Xiaoxiao exhaled lightly, her face a little solemn.

"Kang Shulong's eighteenth hole, with ninety-four strokes, and Yu Jing was a little worse, with one hundred and eight strokes, and their score was - two hundred and two. We...... Let's get ready for the next game. ”

Han Xiaoxiao has a good idea of her strength, and if she plays well, she can barely be about the same as Yu Jing, but Yang Qingxuan ...... Can it reach Kang Shulong's results?

Ninety-four, this should not be Kang Shulong's best level, the last provincial competition, he shot 88 strokes and won the second place in the competition.

But Yang Qingxuan ...... Before today, I hadn't even seen a golf ball, and even the basic rules were just learned, and now they are still there to connect with the basic movements, can they be compared to Kang Shulong?

Han Xiaoxiao's heart has basically given up, pinning his hopes on the third game.

"Now please Miss Han Xiaoxiao. ”

The referee of Tianxiangyuan began to urge, Han Xiaoxiao took a deep breath, walked to the field, and passed by Yu Jing, who had just been withdrawn from the field, Yu Jing whispered in an inaudible voice: "Han Xiaoxiao, you are determined to lose this game!"

"Yes? Not necessarily!"

Although he also felt that this game was lost, the loser did not lose the battle, and Han Xiaoxiao did not lose momentum at all. Yu Jing snorted coldly, passed by, stood next to the field, clasped her hands on a pair of towers in front of her chest, and watched the game coldly.

Han Xiaoxiao came on the field and took a deep breath, with seriousness on her amazing face.

Although Han Xiaoxiao has played as much as possible, the more this happens, the more disappointing the results are.

It took a total of 124 strokes to get into 18 holes.

"One hundred and twenty-four strokes, in this game, the music school girl is decided!"

"Isn't it, Yu Jing and Kang Shulong shared two hundred and two strokes on the eighteenth hole, the music school girl wants to win, she can only use two hundred and one strokes at most, the music school flower has already used one hundred and twenty-four strokes, and that hillbilly can only use seventy-seven strokes at most to win. ”

Seventy-seven, no more, no less, just the number of par! This is not a simple matter, let alone Yang Qingxuan, even those professional players are difficult to score such a good result.

Han Xiaoxiao walked to Yang Qingxuan's side with some loss and patted Yang Qingxuan's shoulder: "Don't have too much pressure, if you lose, you will lose, and there is a third game." ”

Yang Qingxuan grinned: "This golf looks quite simple, winning or losing is not certain." ”

Simple?

Hearing Yang Qingxuan's words, the muscles on the faces of the people around him were all slightly pulled. Yes, golf may seem like a simple matter of hitting the ball into the hole, but it's only when you get your hands on it that you know how hard it can be.

Geography aside, it's not easy to push the ball into a small hole even if it's just a matter of pushing the ball on flat ground! Not to mention, the ever-changing terrain of the golf course requires golfers to not only have a subtle level of physical control, but also a thorough understanding of their surroundings.

Yang Qingxuan, a hillbilly who has first contact with golf, is already a great thing in the eyes of everyone to be able to make a complete holding and swinging action, and to be able to play 18 holes in 300 strokes.

"Then I'll see. ”

Unlike the contempt and disdain of others, Kang Shulong, as Yang Qingxuan's opponent, showed respect for Yang Qingxuan.

At the back of the crowd, Wenwen's fair and slender jade hand held a glass of red wine, shaking it gently, the blushing appearance after drinking, and the convex and backward figure aroused the covetousness of several young men nearby, and there was a greedy look in his eyes.

Glancing at the men who were obviously with evil thoughts with disdain, Wenwen looked at her prey - Yang Qingxuan again, the lilac tongue licked on the scarlet lips, looking extremely tempting, and then whispered in a voice that only she could hear: "Hmph, how can the only heir of the old immortal be stumped by a mere golf ball!"

Seventy-seven strokes, for ordinary people, may be an unattainable achievement, but for Yang Qingxuan, at least, it is not too difficult.

This trust comes more from Yang Qingxuan's master, who was almost mythologized by the previous generation, the old man who was called a living immortal by the world! As his disciple, how could he be the same as ordinary people.

Yang Qingxuan took the club on the court, his expression was relaxed, and he didn't look nervous at all.

In the first shot, the golf ball crossed a parabola in the air and landed.

"The swing may seem awkward, but it's ...... It's okay. ”

"Sneer......"

The golf ball was still rolling, Yu Jing couldn't help laughing, and many people in the crowd of onlookers around couldn't help laughing, and the rest of the people were holding back and not letting themselves laugh.

"Yang Qingxuan, are you showing your strength?"

Yu Jing sarcastically said that Yang Qingxuan's ball went straight over the first hole, and then flew out for a long distance. This distance is even farther than the distance between Yang Qingxuan and the first hole.

Yang Qingxuan's face was calm, he didn't take Yu Jing's words to heart at all, and walked towards the ball that finally stopped, muttering in his mouth: "The weight of the ball is unexpectedly light, and the strength is a little bigger." ”

He came to the golf ball and swung again, this time with a bit of a problem, but the distance between the ball and the hole was much closer.

3rd, 4th......

It wasn't until the sixth par that the ball and hole finally got closer, but there was still a lot of laughter around.

"How many strokes do you think he will have to complete eighteen holes?"

"Look at this, at least three or four hundred strokes!"

"Three or four hundred? I think multiplying by one or two is about the same. ”

"Hahahaha!"

Han Xiaoxiao's face was cold, looking at those unscrupulous people who were laughing, his eyes were full of anger.

And Yu Jing, who had always had a cold face, heard the words of these people, and a rare smile appeared on her face. And Kang Shulong, who was standing next to him, did not ridicule and ridicule unscrupulously like others, but looked at Yang Qingxuan's eyes with doubts.

"The kind of self-confidence in him shows that he must have enough confidence in himself! But how could he ......?"

As for blindness, Kang Shulong doesn't believe that a person who can reach that level in music can be blindly confident, even arrogant.

Perhaps, he has his own purpose?

There are so many people on the field, except for Yang Qingxuan himself, I'm afraid only Wenwen knows what Yang Qingxuan is doing.

"Adapt to the structure of the club, the weight of the ball, and the environment of the court? The speed of adaptation is really terrifying, worthy of the only disciple of the old immortal!"

Although Yang Qingxuan has not shown enough strength to make her vigilant so far, Yang Qingxuan has just started, and in a few strokes, she has already shown a strong adaptability!

In her expectation, Yang Qingxuan should be around ten strokes to adapt to this level.

On the sixth shot, Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath and then swung his club.

"Bang ......"

The golf ball crosses a curve in the air and then ...... Straight down to the first hole!